Chapter 198 A small hand in hand,

  A crowd of people fell down. As time went by, more and more boys came to the mutton soup stall to watch Feng Nanshu.

  Of course, the cold stares Jiang Qin received also increased with time.

  However, his soul was already old and he had almost forgotten the names and appearances of his high school classmates. Not to mention someone from the next class, he couldn't even recognize all the people in his own class. But Yang Shuan knew all the information about

  these people, and he was talking about them like the back of his hand.

  "That one is the eternal runner-up in class one, and his monthly exam scores are always behind my aunt." "

  That one is Liu He, who studies flight attendants. Many people say he is the school hunk. He has said more than once that he likes my aunt." "

  And that one, Sun Lei, a rich second generation, has some money at home, and often runs into my aunt at the stairs." "

  That one is Cao Jian, from class six, nothing special, just like me and Lao Guo, nothing." 

  "..."

  Yang Shuan reached out and scooped up a bowl of mutton soup and handed it to the customer. The casual word "nothing" made Guo Zihang's old face black.

  Jiang Qin smiled calmly, thinking that the child's behavior was childish and immature. Then he reached out to put the hood of the down jacket on the rich girl, covering her beautiful face so that no one could see it.

  "Uncle, judging from their mouth shape, they should be scolding you now. Do you want to scold them back?"

  Yang Shuan covered the pot lid and asked casually.

  "No need, Shuan. You should learn to be low-key. Even if you are scolded, you should convince others with reason."

  Jiang Qin looked up at those people, still with a calm look, but the corners of his mouth slowly rose and became more and more crooked.

  Seeing this smug expression, the boys opposite held their breath instantly, as if they had suffered a lot of damage, and immediately began to talk about the quintessence of Chinese culture.

  What is this? The mockery of the winner? !

  "Look, this is convincing others with reason." Jiang Qin said calmly.

  Yang Shuan's scalp was numb: "So this is called convincing people with reason, I learned it..."

  "Little rich woman, are you cold?"

  The wind on Wu'an Mountain was still quite strong. This stall was only half sheltered from the wind, and the rest was blocked by felt, but the wind often blew through the gaps. Jiang Qin himself was a little cold, and subconsciously wrapped his down jacket tightly while worrying about Feng Nanshu.

  "Jiang Qin, my little hands are cold."

  The little rich woman said, putting her hand in his pocket, and her cold eyes became watery.

  "If you do this, I will be hated very much."

  "?"

  "Forget it, hate it, after all, it is my good friend who has taken on everything for you in an unjustifiable way."

  Jiang Qin took her other little hand, rubbed it twice and put it in his palm to warm up his best friend.

  Feng Nanshu puffed up her cheeks, and her cold hands gradually warmed up, and her little eyes were full of joy.

  "Jiang Qin, why are they all looking at you with gritted teeth?"

  "They may be a little envious of our pure and flawless friendship without any ambiguity."

  At the same time, the boys on the opposite side could no longer hold back, shaking their heads and wanting to leave, wishing they had not come to this temple fair today. If they had not come, they would not have seen such a heartbreaking scene.

  "Let's go, stop looking, the more you look, the more upset you feel."

  "Maybe... they are just friends?"

  "Fuck friends, Feng Nanshu even let him touch her hand casually, Zhao Gao would not dare to say such nonsense with his eyes open." "

  What a lousy temple fair, there is nothing good, it's a waste of my time, damn."

  "Damn, why are these roasted chestnuts sour?"

  A group of people evacuated from the open space, but they didn't walk far before they saw several boys from Class 2 walking towards them.

  Walking in the front was the South City King Qin Ziang, who once created the feat of shouting "I'll pay for the whole place" in the cafeteria. Although everyone called him Qin Shao when they met, there were actually many people who were unhappy with him.

  Especially Sun Lei, who is also a rich second-generation, but because his family's project is affiliated with Qin's Real Estate, he can't raise his head in front of Qin Ziang, and is often bullied by Qin Ziang. However,

  he knows that Qin Ziang and Jiang Qin didn't get along in high school, and it would be a waste if he didn't take advantage of this opportunity.

  "Mr. Qin, are you here for the temple fair?"

  Qin Ziang, wearing the latest down jacket, walked with a step that didn't recognize his relatives. He nodded after approaching, and was so arrogant that he didn't even open his mouth.

  "Jiang Qin is selling mutton soup over there, Mr. Qin, why don't you buy some mutton soup and let him serve you?"

  Sun Lei gritted his teeth and smiled, thinking that he would let Jiang Qin kill you when he went there.

  "You, who do you say is in front?"

  "Jiang Qin, the one who doesn't get along with you, is selling mutton soup." As

  soon as the voice fell, Qin Ziang's face changed, and he suddenly remembered several classic scenes that made his scalp numb.

  The first one was the bar with 300,000, the second one was Feng Nanshu in the cold moonlight, and the third one was Hong Yan, who he met at the off-campus party of Lin University.

  "Damn it, there's a dog ahead, we can't pass, retreat!"

  "????"

  Qin Ziang waved his hand, without any hesitation, and turned around and ran with his little brother.

  Last summer vacation, even Jiang Qin's adopted son Guo Zihang could ridicule him and make him lose face. Now that he has met Jiang Qin himself, how can he survive?

  Go there? What for, to get harassed by him?

  Qin Ziang's mind is very clear. He knows that at most he has boasted to others that he is a second-generation rich man, but Jiang Qin, that bastard, dares to say that he is a first-generation rich man. You are a generation shorter for no reason. Isn't it unfair? Don't go, don't go! Seeing that the other party turned around and

  left

  without hesitation, the Chengnan Aizi Men's Group was stunned for a long time and couldn't recover. They thought to themselves, how could a bully like Qin Shao, who would ridicule a stray dog, run so fast today? "What's wrong with

  Qin Ziang?"

  "I don't know, it feels like a mouse seeing a cat."

  "No way? I remember he was very awesome before, and no one was convinced. Why is he like this now?"   

  Several people studied for a long time, but still couldn't figure out anything.

  They didn't know how badly Qin Ziang had been beaten before, so they didn't understand how big Qin Ziang's psychological shadow was. They just felt it was a pity that they couldn't see the scene of dogs biting each other.

  But soon, the opportunity came again!

  Before the boys walked far, they immediately met two other people from Class 2.

  One was Chu Siqi, who was wearing a long white down jacket, and the other was her best friend Wang Huiru who was with her.

  Looking at the bags in their hands, they probably came to the temple fair.

  Chu Siqi was also very famous in Chengnan High School. After all, she was beautiful and her studies were not bad. It was not strange that many people knew her.

  It was said that Jiang Qin had pursued her before, and confessed to Chu Siqi on the day the college entrance examination ended. After being rejected, he was angry and took the love letter back in full view of everyone.

  This operation was widely circulated at the time, and it was a miracle that Jiang Qin didn't die of laughter.

  With the resentment of being beaten by Jiang Qin, several people suddenly had other ideas in their hearts.

  If...

  if Chu Siqi appeared in front of Jiang Qin, would that crooked mouth guy still be able to smile like he did just now?

  "Student Chu, are you guys coming to the temple fair too?"

  "Yeah, just to join in the fun."

  "Jiang Qin is selling mutton soup in front. He's the one who confessed to you in the college entrance examination, but you rejected him."

  Chu Siqi's eyes froze for a moment, and they dimmed a lot, and the smile on her face disappeared: "He, he's here too."

  "Are we going over?" Wang Huiru said softly. Chu

  Siqi shook her head: "Forget it, Huiru, let's go back."

  "Didn't you say you wanted to eat roasted chestnuts? Although Jiang Qin is here too, we can pretend not to see him, it's okay."

  "I don't want to go, I don't dare..."

  Chu Siqi finished speaking, pulling Wang Huiru in the direction they came from, but after a while she couldn't help but secretly glance back.

  The crowd was too crowded, she couldn't see anything, and could only judge Jiang Qin's position by the steaming hot mutton soup, and her mood began to become lost. Did

  she regret it?

  Of course she regretted it to the extreme.

  The more dazzling that man is, the more she hates herself for being only concerned with being admired but missing out on her lover.

  Now, she can't even stand closer to him like a friend and feel his brilliance.

  "..."

  Seeing Chu Siqi walking away, the boys from Chengnan High School looked at each other and kept shouting that they didn't understand.

  Qin Ziang fled, but why did Chu Siqi also flee?

  You know, Chu, the class flower of Class 2, is famous for being arrogant and has a bad temper. How could she be so flustered because of a failed suitor?

  Also, what did that glance back just now mean?

  Why is there such a strong sense of unwillingness and regret?

  "Young Master Sun, what do you think?"

  "I think it's weird. I must have not checked the almanac before going out today."

  "..."

  Jiang Qin had no idea that he had invisiblely sent two groups of people away. At this time, he had left Yang Shuan's stall and took the little rich woman to the temple fair.

  Looking around, the whole hillside is full of stalls selling snacks, Spring Festival couplets, Tang figurines, jugglers, and ring tossing.

  "Little rich lady, do you want to play ring tossing?"

  "Yes."

  Feng Nanshu took the plastic ring handed over by the stall owner, and was eager to try.

  Ten minutes later, there were only six rings left, but half of the toy model porcelain cups on the stall were firmly tossed.

  "Okay, stop it, you see the stall owner is about to cry, let's not bully him."

  Jiang Qin grabbed Feng Nanshu and stopped her from buying goods from other people's stalls.

  "Okay, then I won't play anymore."

  Feng Nanshu obediently put down the ring in her hand and put her hand back into Jiang Qin's pocket.

  "Brother, we don't want the ones we caught, and it's not easy to do business. We'll just pick two to take back as souvenirs, and you can return the money to us."

  Jiang Qin said to the stall owner, which immediately made the stall owner feel reborn and grateful.

  Finally, the two got back the money they spent, and also took away the puppy toy that the little rich woman liked very much.

  "What else do you want to do?"

  "Jiang Qin, I'm a little hungry. I want to eat fried roasted chicken and tripe, chicken feet and wings." Feng Nanshu was drooling.

  Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, thinking what the hell was so violent, and then looked in the direction she pointed: "Miss, you read it wrong, it's read vertically, fried tripe, grilled sausage, chicken feet, chicken wings!" "?" Five minutes later

  ,

  the two strolled around the snack stand and found that all the snacks were about 20 to 30 percent higher than the market price, and the premium was already very serious.

  With Jiang Qin's temper, he would never tolerate such a merchant who ripped off customers, but in the end he still bought a lot.

  There was no way, the little rich woman just wanted to eat those weird things, and if she didn't buy them, she would call her brother. She looked cold, but she always cried suddenly, and she couldn't stand it at all.